I OWN NO THING!
"Mr Malfoy! How many times do I have to tell you? No. Food. In my class!" chastised Professor Snape during his last potions class of the day. He strode over to Draco's table and held out his hand for the green apple cradled, almost possessively, in Draco's hands.
"Give it to me, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco reluctantly dropped the apple into Snape's outstretched palm. The fifth year Slytherin then proceeded to bury his head in his arms and stay there for the rest of the lesson.
Snape ignored the boy. The boy could not understand that this was the only way they could...the bell tolled, signaling the end of the lesson. Snape smiled a bit in spite of himself.
"No homework this evening," he said as the class packed their things. No one replied but he did receive many odd looks as the Slytherins and Gryffindors exited the classroom. Soon only one student remained.
"P-Professor?" stammered Draco, "I...was wondering if...I might...maybe...h-have m-m-my apple back?" It was strange to see the young Malfoy boy like this. So...vulnerable. Bumbling through his speech like that idiot Longbottom. Regardless, Snape couldn't give the apple back. Not after he'd waited so long...
"No, Mr. Malfoy. Now I suggest you pull yourself together before you soil the Slytherin name. Leave my presence."
Snape hated being mean to his favorite pupil, but not enough to give the apple back. He watched the tow-headed adolescent sulk out of the room, head down, shoulders drooping slightly.
Snape waved a hand, the door locking magically, and turned to face the apple. He'd waited so long. He picked her up and held her to his face, slowly stroking her smooth green skin. It was finally happening...
He thought back to when he'd first noticed her, three years ago. It was dinnertime and from the staff table, Snape had a clear view of everything. He silently skulked his way through dinner, trying to tune out another long tale of Gilderoy Lockhart's famous feats as told by the git himself. Snape's eyes wondered to the Slytherin house table wear he was transfixed by Draco Malfoy? No, not the Malfoy boy. It was the amazing beauty in Draco's hand.
Her skin was bright green and, from the looks of it, perfectly smooth. She was plump. With a small, brown stem protruding from the top of her. She was breathtaking, probably the most succulent Granny Smith apple he'd ever laid eyes on.
Snape nonchalantly wiped the drool from his mouth and could only watch Draco went to devour the apple. But the Malfoy boy didn't eat her. He slipped her into the pocket of his robes without anybody noticing. But Snape noticed.
That night Snape patrolled the Slytherin dormitories to make sure all his lovelies were in bed. Although they were Slytherins, none of them went galavanting around the castle at night like those bloody Gryffindors. Especially Potter.
Snape swept through the second year boys dormitory. Bowtry had one leg hanging off the bed. Solomon's head was buried beneath his pillow. Crabbe was snoring loudly. Goyle even louder in the bed next to him. Malfoy was sleeping on his stomach, one arm underneath him and the other...cuddling her. The apple. Snape's apple was clutched in the boy's hand. Draco wore a gitty expression that made Snape sick.
For the years that followed Draco and Apple were inseparable. Only Snape could see it though because no body else in their right mind would be looking for it. Snape supposed the boy had been smart enough to charm the beauty because it never seemed to rot. Always perfect. Although Snape longed for her, he just didn't have the heart to take it away from Draco. But over the years, Snape began to grow more sultry. The love of his life had been taken from him once. he wouldn't let it happen again.
Pulling himself back to the present, Snape tucked Apple carefully inside his robes and made his way to his chambers.